pouring out your soul
- trentm32
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"colorblind"
always looking to the sky,
but always finding only grey
when did I become so colorblind?
to find the blue, I'd lost the way
this inky blackness ohh so sprawling,
and the stars like Christmas lights
everyone so blinding white,
such a contrast to the night
I watched it once just waiting,
and to the rest became withdrawn
but the answer never came clear,
and what I found was breaking dawn
through these tiny speakers,
flows this small philosophy
thoughts linger a little longer--
the cold becomes a little stronger
the stars, they fade so quickly,
as my breath echoes in the chill
and I give in to this weak shiver,
as well as this moment's one standstill
always looking to the sky,
but always finding only grey
when did I become so colorblind?
to find the blue, I'd lost the way
this inky blackness ohh so sprawling,
and the stars like Christmas lights
everyone so blinding white,
such a contrast to the night
I watched it once just waiting,
and to the rest became withdrawn
but the answer never came clear,
and what I found was breaking dawn
through these tiny speakers,
flows this small philosophy
thoughts linger a little longer--
the cold becomes a little stronger
the stars, they fade so quickly,
as my breath echoes in the chill
and I give in to this weak shiver,
as well as this moment's one standstill
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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thank ya
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"romanticised nostalgia"
picking up the pieces,
fighting for the words
singing dear old songs,
when the moments can't belong
finding old ideas,
hidden so forgotten
far back in your mind,
change the past to make it kind
romanticised nostalgia,
given a cheery glow
to forget the pain still there,
lie to yourself, say you don't care
walking down the same roads,
you can't remember where to go
but finding all new ways,
to see through these thin cliches
picking up the pieces,
fighting for the words
singing dear old songs,
when the moments can't belong
finding old ideas,
hidden so forgotten
far back in your mind,
change the past to make it kind
romanticised nostalgia,
given a cheery glow
to forget the pain still there,
lie to yourself, say you don't care
walking down the same roads,
you can't remember where to go
but finding all new ways,
to see through these thin cliches
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"broken hands"
broken hands,
lessons learned
eyes on the floor,
search for the words
pulse beating hard,
your grip shaking so
knees start to buckle,
you'll never let go
can't see the floor,
stance already failing
look to the sky,
the stars begin falling
the world crashes down,
through it all you're still there
but no one can see you,
and nobody cares
the final one left,
soon you wish there were none
look to the rubble,
for the prize you have won
broken hands,
lessons learned
eyes on the floor,
search for the words
pulse beating hard,
your grip shaking so
knees start to buckle,
you'll never let go
can't see the floor,
stance already failing
look to the sky,
the stars begin falling
the world crashes down,
through it all you're still there
but no one can see you,
and nobody cares
the final one left,
soon you wish there were none
look to the rubble,
for the prize you have won
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"sitting in your chair"
braches on the trees,
swaying in the wind
leaves fly through the air,
sitting in your chair
the window tightly shut,
thin frost begins to form
outside the rain still falls,
as the silent whisper calls
the glass rests there so pale,
parting from this world
and it protects our fragile hearts,
from just shattering apart
braches on the trees,
swaying in the wind
leaves fly through the air,
sitting in your chair
the window tightly shut,
thin frost begins to form
outside the rain still falls,
as the silent whisper calls
the glass rests there so pale,
parting from this world
and it protects our fragile hearts,
from just shattering apart
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- christa lynn
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- trentm32
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thanks! I liked the rhythm on that one a lot, too.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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thanks! I liked the rhythm on that one a lot, too.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"technicolor"
dreaming in color,
it all looks opaque
turns to a nightmare,
never to wake
rustle so lost,
never to find
in the blink of your eye,
lies the lost sign
dreaming in color,
it all looks opaque
turns to a nightmare,
never to wake
rustle so lost,
never to find
in the blink of your eye,
lies the lost sign
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"too long histories"
looking to the past,
through rosy memories
and knowing how it ends,
these too long histories
wishing to go back,
to the way it was before
before it all was sullied,
to a place when it was pure
now all the time is marked,
by awkwardness in the air
a reminder of all the time passed,
always hanging, always there
that day was just a gift,
an echo from the past
of a time we can't go back to,
one that could never last
and all that's left to do,
is to find who we are now
to see if we're still friends,
and if we can make it back somehow
looking to the past,
through rosy memories
and knowing how it ends,
these too long histories
wishing to go back,
to the way it was before
before it all was sullied,
to a place when it was pure
now all the time is marked,
by awkwardness in the air
a reminder of all the time passed,
always hanging, always there
that day was just a gift,
an echo from the past
of a time we can't go back to,
one that could never last
and all that's left to do,
is to find who we are now
to see if we're still friends,
and if we can make it back somehow
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"lost in the sky"
if I could turn it all around,
I'd run it all into the ground
just drowning in the sea,
of all the things that you can't be
I lost you in the sky,
how'd you make it there so high
how do I make it up to you?
just tell me what to do
think of all that you would miss,
not waiting here for this
and all the things you'd know,
but never really show
if I could turn it all around,
I'd run it all into the ground
just drowning in the sea,
of all the things that you can't be
I lost you in the sky,
how'd you make it there so high
how do I make it up to you?
just tell me what to do
think of all that you would miss,
not waiting here for this
and all the things you'd know,
but never really show
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
- Oskar Winner: 2005
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thank ye.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"every ounce of heart"
it takes every ounce of heart,
to keep these tears behind my eyes
always looking to the floor,
always looking for those lies
you know everyone can see it,
but still everyone just feigns
act like there's no play,
tired of losing all these games
only a few even notice,
just glad there's someone who can see
a heart breaking below the surface,
wanting a life that just can't be
it takes every ounce of heart,
to keep these tears behind my eyes
always looking to the floor,
always looking for those lies
you know everyone can see it,
but still everyone just feigns
act like there's no play,
tired of losing all these games
only a few even notice,
just glad there's someone who can see
a heart breaking below the surface,
wanting a life that just can't be
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"09/27/2004"
even when it's over,
it still can't be me
tired of the shadow,
burning from the light
after all he's done,
still refuse to see
how can eyes still shine?
shying from the fight
once there was a bond,
why can't it ever be?
so I'll just continue on,
doing what was right
even when it's over,
it still can't be me
tired of the shadow,
burning from the light
after all he's done,
still refuse to see
how can eyes still shine?
shying from the fight
once there was a bond,
why can't it ever be?
so I'll just continue on,
doing what was right
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"driftwood"
tear away context,
finding the truth
throw away order,
drown it in youth
passion and starlight,
the blue moon hangs high
those little white stars,
thin clouds in the sky
toes in the sand,
as the waves never cease
just floating like driftwood,
as we try to find peace
tear away context,
finding the truth
throw away order,
drown it in youth
passion and starlight,
the blue moon hangs high
those little white stars,
thin clouds in the sky
toes in the sand,
as the waves never cease
just floating like driftwood,
as we try to find peace
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"barely"
somehow I wanted to save you,
but I can barely save myself
this introversion fades away,
as we look to another day
somehow I wanted to save you,
but I can barely save myself
this introversion fades away,
as we look to another day
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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- trentm32
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"write the holidaies"
all the beautiful people,
walking through their beautiful world
they can't even see the rest,
they think they're always at their best
do they even know we're here?
making the world go 'round
the ones that never sway,
and write the holidaies
we cause the wind to blow,
and always watch the dear sun rise
because in the end it's all that's real,
and the only thing that they can't steal
all the beautiful people,
walking through their beautiful world
they can't even see the rest,
they think they're always at their best
do they even know we're here?
making the world go 'round
the ones that never sway,
and write the holidaies
we cause the wind to blow,
and always watch the dear sun rise
because in the end it's all that's real,
and the only thing that they can't steal
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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"listening"
hanging on too hard,
feet barely touching ground
cold concrete and old brick,
listening to the sounds
standing on that ledge,
looking down it seems so small
thin smoke and faded neon,
you're straining for the call
weight is shifting forward,
your arms spread out like wings
you let out one last sigh,
as it never starts to sting
the slip can fade away,
as your fingers finally fall free
just floating on the clouds,
and waiting for what will be
hanging on too hard,
feet barely touching ground
cold concrete and old brick,
listening to the sounds
standing on that ledge,
looking down it seems so small
thin smoke and faded neon,
you're straining for the call
weight is shifting forward,
your arms spread out like wings
you let out one last sigh,
as it never starts to sting
the slip can fade away,
as your fingers finally fall free
just floating on the clouds,
and waiting for what will be
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>